...oops? (+ fangirl mathematics)
Sep. 6th, 2007 04:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xparrotSo, um, a 11,500 word story in under twenty-four hours (and I even slept a full night, too)? There goes not getting into that fandom...and I was trying so hard! I really gotta stop avoiding SGA with such tenacity; backing away slowly from that gap-toothed fangirl devouring monster, I keep walking backwards straight into the mouths of beasties I didn't see coming. But you gotta admit, Psych is cute...
...what do you mean, you're not watching Psych? Whyever not?
Why? Because it's funny, and cute, and funny, and it's got the bestest theme song ever written and performed by the show's creator, and Shawn & Gus are such classic buddies and best-friends-forever-or-at-least-since-they-were-eight, and it's got great char dynamics between all the dynamic chars, and Shawn Spencer is a young Peter Venkman, if instead of busting ghosts Venkman had gotten a gig consulting for the police as a fake psychic detective.
(The problem with Shawn is that even fully realizing that he is possibly the dumbest genius you'll ever meet and one of the most annoying individuals on the planet, if not the entire solar system...it doesn't take much deductive reasoning to pick up on that...one sort of finds oneself developing a helpless crush on him anyway. At least wherein the value of one (1) = me (X-parrot).)
(And the problem with Psych in general is that it's pretty consistently a comedy - albeit a black one at times - and therefore leaves me craving angst and trauma and h/c and all that good stuff. Because I am a sick person.)
(An extra sick person, because did I mention those 11K words are dark-fic? Dammit, I won't even read death-fic. Why do I keep writing them?)
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(Also, while I'm at it, last season's Brit Idol-style TV show 'Any Dream Will Do?' = (boys who can sing hugging + boys hugging while they sing + (boys hugging + boys singing)) x John Barrowmanin glasses = X-parrot's happy place. Awws! ...I just admitted to liking reality TV. I now go to commit ritual sacrifice on the altar of dramatic television.)
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Rats. My hyaku-en watch just died. *sadface*
...what do you mean, you're not watching Psych? Whyever not?
Why? Because it's funny, and cute, and funny, and it's got the bestest theme song ever written and performed by the show's creator, and Shawn & Gus are such classic buddies and best-friends-forever-or-at-least-since-they-were-eight, and it's got great char dynamics between all the dynamic chars, and Shawn Spencer is a young Peter Venkman, if instead of busting ghosts Venkman had gotten a gig consulting for the police as a fake psychic detective.
(The problem with Shawn is that even fully realizing that he is possibly the dumbest genius you'll ever meet and one of the most annoying individuals on the planet, if not the entire solar system...it doesn't take much deductive reasoning to pick up on that...one sort of finds oneself developing a helpless crush on him anyway. At least wherein the value of one (1) = me (X-parrot).)
(And the problem with Psych in general is that it's pretty consistently a comedy - albeit a black one at times - and therefore leaves me craving angst and trauma and h/c and all that good stuff. Because I am a sick person.)
(An extra sick person, because did I mention those 11K words are dark-fic? Dammit, I won't even read death-fic. Why do I keep writing them?)
...
(Also, while I'm at it, last season's Brit Idol-style TV show 'Any Dream Will Do?' = (boys who can sing hugging + boys hugging while they sing + (boys hugging + boys singing)) x John Barrowmanin glasses = X-parrot's happy place. Awws! ...I just admitted to liking reality TV. I now go to commit ritual sacrifice on the altar of dramatic television.)
...
Rats. My hyaku-en watch just died. *sadface*
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Date: 2007-09-05 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 05:08 am (UTC)Need to whip the fic in question into some sort of shape before posting (this post was sort of gloatingly triumphant as I've been blocked on most writing lately, but it was only an hour after finishing the story, and by the last scenes I was writing "the airport tournament" when I meant "terminal", sooo...)